Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Pregnancy so far...

So I'm now 25 weeks pregnant, and it's all going pretty well so far. 

I still don't think I look particularly pregnant, only heavier, almost like I did before I lost weight. I've not stepped on the scales for a few weeks (what's the point really!) but I know I'm back over 13 stone. 

Those who know I'm pregnant tell me I'm getting bigger. Those who don't know can't seem to tell. It's weird, I don't have the obvious bump. Probably because I was kinda heavy to start with.  I can't fit into any of my clothes now though, and have ordered my maternity uniforms for work.  I'm surviving with one pair of maternity jeans, a pair of black trousers, and leggings and baggy tops.  I refuse to pay over the odds for maternity wear that I'm only going to wear for the next 3 months, and I'm just wearing bigger tops.  It's hard to find stores that sell maternity clothes that are just casual anyway, mostly it's things like skirts and shirts for work, or fancy dresses. 

Work is becoming a bit annoying because they won't let me do things like turn the patients, or anything that involves moving and handling in any way.  Makes me feel like I'm not doing my job.  So I've been relegated to the "easier" tasks like the ward rounds, the drug rounds, basically anything that doesn't involve physically moving patients.   I'm so easily tired now though, so the 12 hours shifts are becoming a bit of a killer.  Night shift is a bit easier, surprisingly.  On the plus side, my colleagues have stopped telling me I look pale all the time.  Pregnancy must be giving me some colour in my cheeks!  My maternity leave application is in, so hopefully will be finishing up at the start of December.  My colleagues are saying I planned this deliberately so I could get Christmas and New Year off, but this will be the first time in five years that i've not worked either Christmas Eve, Day and Boxing Day, or New Years Eve, Day and the 2nd of January.  So I'm really looking forward to it!!

Baby is moving about a bit, which still feels weird, and I keep getting a wee fright each time it happens. Feels like I'm being poked in the stomach from the inside. It must be doing somersaults in there!

I don't have any weird cravings and I've not been ill, give or take the odd migraine or two. 

We don't have any names picked out yet.  We've banded a couple of names about, and there's a couple that we agree on.  I guess we just have to wait to see if it's a boy or a girl and what name acually suits the baby.  The only thing we've agreed on is a middle name, which will be hubby's dads name (his dad died when he was young). 

(Although, I was watching Stephen Fry's Planet Word the other night and there was a little girl called Twyla on it.  Ruled that name out right away, it just doesn't suit a wee Scottish baby.  But then there was also a man on it who only communicated with his infant child in Klingon, so I wonder where they find the people to appear on these shows...)

So far, it's all been good (touch wood) and hopefully the next three months are as uneventful!!

Sunday, 25 September 2011

Silent Sunday

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Sunday, 11 September 2011

9/11 Where were you?

My dad has always said, you will always remember where you were when you hear big, or shocking news.  He was in a Saturday matinee with his brother, watching a western no doubt, when he found out JFK had been assassinated. He had came out of the cinema and saw it on a newspaper billboard.  News travelled slower in those days. 

When Princess Diana died, I was still in bed.  It was a Sunday morning, and my sister was shouting that something must have happened, because she couldn't get any radio stations, they were all silent.  And then we saw it on the news. 

When the Dunblane massacre happened, I was in 1st year at high school.  I was in 2nd or 3rd  period maths, when I had to leave half way through for a music lesson.  Our school was split site, so I had a 5 minute walk between buildings.  When I got to my music lesson, my brass tutor told me he'd heard on the radio that there had been a shooting at a primary school, and that it was pretty bad.  We didn't know exactly how bad until later, but there was a horrible atmosphere in school that day. 

And I think everyone who's old enough remembers where they were on 9/11.  I was working holiday cover on reception at a doctors surgery.  It had been a quiet day.  Late afternoon the phone rang, and it was one of the receptionists sisters, phoning from New York, to say she was ok and not to worry.  It was a short phone call, and we hadn't heard what had happened by this point, so we were wondering why she would randomly call.   She was a nurse in the Beth Israel Hospital in lower Manhattan.  It wasn't until someone came to the desk and told us to turn on the radio, something terrible had happened in New York. 

It was a weird day after that.  Some girls went home early.  I was walking to the bus stop on the way home, and it was just eerie.  Streets were silent.  People were looking up, suspicious of planes in the sky.  The bus was quiet, with people listening to radios.  And it wasn't until I got home, and saw the awful pictures on the news, that the enormity of it sunk in. 

I didn't know anyone directly affected by the tragedy.  But it still feels personal.  I think it's a little personal to everyone who remembers it.

Where were you on 9/11?

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

The Gallery: Shoes!

For my wedding, I was excited to ensure my bridesmaids had lovely shoes. I chose a kind of sapphire blue to match their dresses, a peep-toe with a silver heel.  Beautiful. 

My sister is a pro at walking in high heels.  She's only 5'0" so she's dealt with them all her life.  Ashley is a girly girl and loves her heels, so no problems there.  But Nicola, not so much.  Nicola is an Emo, tomboy, prefers-jeans-to-dresses kinda girl.  And she cannot walk in heels.

So she had permission to wear these instead:

This post is part of The Gallery.  Please check out the other entries at Tara Cain's Sticky Fingers blog.

Thursday, 1 September 2011

My Best Friend is Moving Away...

At 2.30 this afternoon, my best friend Ashley flies to Dubai to live and work for the foreseeable future.  And I'm sad. 

We've been best friends for 23 years.  We met when we started primary school, she moved to my street (4 doors down from my house) when we were 10 years old, and our friendship has grown and blossomed into our adulthood. 

We've been through a lot together. We started primary school together, and just about survived high school together.  But she and I are so different.  She loves drama, I love the quiet life.  She goes through boyfriends like sweeties, I married my first long-term boyfriend.  She experimented with life, shall we say,  whereas I remain very "vanilla".  And though we're best friends, we have two totally different sets of friends.  But we're always there for each other and that's what I love about us. 

She was there for me when my gran died, when my dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer, and when my other gran took really unwell and had to leave her home and go to a nursing home.  She supported me through my nursing training, and was always at the other end of the phone when I was at my most stressed. 

 And, most importantly, it was she who introduced me to my husband.  She was dating my husbands friend for a few months, and thought it would be a good idea to set me up with his friend.  I was in my last year at Uni, completely stressed out my box!  She took me out for what I thought was supposed to be just a quiet girly drink in the pub.  And who should come into the pub but her boyfriend and my future husband.  I was set up by stealth!!  At first I was very annoyed, I didn't want to be set up, I really wanted to focus on finishing uni.  But for once she was wiser than I, and 5 and a bit years later, the man she set me up with and I are married, she was bridesmaid at my wedding and now hubby and I are expecting our first child.  So I can't really be mad with her.  

Despite there being lots of times where I don't agree with what Ashley's doing, or has done, I've been there for her a lot over the years.  Through the numerous break ups, and make ups.  Through her very questionable choices, and the subsequent consequences that followed. 

I nursed her grandad in my ward, from the start of his illness all the way through.  My only regret was not being on duty when he passed away.  It somehow didn't feel enough to just go to the funeral. 

I supported her decisions to quit uni, go back to uni, get a degree, then not use it, get a job selling insurance, then go back to uni to become a teacher. 

I've been there through her on-again, off-again relationships.  Through the one offs, and the fall outs, and the drunken phone calls. 

We don't always see eye to eye, but I wouldn't change her for the world. 

I'm sad that she's leaving, and I can't believe she won't be here for the birth of my baby.  It's not like she'll just be a short drive away, or a phone call away anymore.  She's going halfway across the world.  I can't just meet her for a quick coffee anymore.  Ashley has had a few opportunities to move abroad, namely to Bahrain, where she has family who emigrated over 15 years ago.  She never took those opportunities and regretted it very much, so I'm glad she's getting the chance to go and experience living abroad.  She needs to go to see if she likes it, and if it's for her.  If not, she can always come back to her Scottish life.

I'm really going to miss her....

no, I'm not crying, I've got something in my eye!!  Honestly....


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